No Room for Mercy (14 page)

Naomi’s middle daughters were very generous with their friends.
Whenever they grew out of their clothes, instead of throwing them
away or bringing them to a thrift store, they would meet their
friends at the park and let the girls pick whatever they wanted. The
clothes they gave away kept their friends, who didn’t have much
by way of money, looking good in school and whenever they were out
and about. There was nothing behind the twins’ generosity,
other than the fact that they wanted to give back for being in such a
fortunate position in life. They were the trendsetters around town.
If a female wanted to know what was hot in fashion, she knew to call
Kimi or Koko.

“Who can fit these jeans? They’re a size six I believe,”
Kimi said as she held the jeans up, she and Koko going about handing
out clothes to their friends.

*******

“So you gone ride out with me after the game, Oneika? You and
Jordan?” Dawk asked casually as he leaned up against the
concession stand counter.

Seventeen year-old Oneika Brackens was a Creek Indian like the
Holland-Dawkins family; but whereas the Holland-Dawkins family was
mainly a mixture of Negro and Creek Indian, Oneika’s family had
a Caucasian and Creek Indian heritage. She stood five foot seven and
sported her one-hundred and forty pounds of flesh and bones with
pride right along with her firm 34C breasts and high-yellow skin.
Oneika’s shiny brown hair flowed down to the nape of her neck
and her big, round and brown sleepy eyes would light up any room. She
always had a smile on her high-cheek-boned face and she had a very
easygoing disposition, which made it easy for her fall for Dawk’s
smooth charisma. He’d met her at Kaw Lake Park during one of
Spoonie and Tyke’s games the previous summer and the two now
referred to one another as being special friends.

Jordan Whispers was Dawk’s other special friend. She was a
seventeen year-old slender white girl from the west side of town who
knew everyone and was into just about everything. She stood five foot
eight and weighed one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She was a
slender brunette with incredible blue eyes and curvy hips and had the
most beautiful pair of long, curvacious legs in the Midwest.

Dawk had met Jordan at the town bowling alley a few months after he
met Oneika. She was real open with Dawk, who’d learned she was
bisexual early on. Oneika had shared a fantasy of hers with Dawk: she
wanted to know what it felt like to go down on another female. Dawk
realized right away that he had a couple of adventurous young women
on his hands and he was willing to see just how far he could take it.
If he ran things right, he knew he would have Jordan and Oneika on
his team in no time.

Dawk had driven Oneika and Jordan to Tulsa a few weeks after meeting
Jordan. The town was only about and hour and a half away from Ponca
City, but Oneika and Jordan had never been to the area. The two were
leery of one another at first, but Dawk kept things calm by asking
the girls about their lives and goals. He kept them talking, and soon
had the two laughing and talking to one another by the time he made
it to Tulsa.

Dawk had visited the city of Tulsa a few times and knew his way
around very well. He took Oneika and Jordan shopping, buying both of
them new outfits and shoes. He then guided them over to Victoria
Secrets. While Jordan and Oneika were picking out negligees, Dawk
pulled the two over to the side and asked them if they would like to
spend the night with him at motel room he’d rented in downtown
Tulsa.

The girls were cool with the suggestion and went about picking out
their lingerie. Dawk was smooth with the way he handled things.
Dealing with two females simultaneously was no easy task, and Dawk
wanted the experience more then anything. He conversed with the young
women about things happening in town and around the world as he rode
through the city. It was no big rush to the motel. Dawk felt he’d
already sealed the deal, but he wanted to show the girls something
different; he wanted to allow them to have a time they would remember
and appreciate always so they wouldn’t mind doing it again if
he asked.

Dawk took Oneika and Jordan to a steakhouse in town and the three had
a wonderful experience. The females had never been treated so kindly
by anyone. Dawk had taken them shopping, out to dinner and they’d
cruised around town listening to music.

When Dawk suggested that the three head over to the motel, Oneika and
Jordan were more than willing to follow his lead. It wasn’t too
long after showering and having a few shots of gin, that all three
found themselves piled up in the bed. Oneika fulfilled her fantasy,
going down on Jordan, who readily returned the favor by suggesting
the two get into a sixty-nine position.

Dawk had Oneika and Jordan going down on him simultaneously soon
after. They licked his rigid manhood slowly, engulfing the length
until they gagged while stroking his thick tool. Oneika sat atop
Dawk’s face reverse cowgirl style as Jordan impaled herself on
his shaft facing Oneika. The girls took turns on Dawk, who didn’t
mind getting used under the circumstances. He had the girls bend over
the edge of the and entered Oneika slowly, allowing her to adjust to
his girth before driving home hard and fast. Dawk was trying his best
not to come because he knew Jordan’s tight snatch was dripping
wet and ready to be penetrated once more. Dawk knew he had Oneika on
his team, but he was really aiming to wrap Jordan up on that night.
When Oneika shuddered and fell forward onto the mattress, Dawk
replaced his old condom and entered Jordan, who was waiting eagerly
with her ass arched into to the air.

Jordan sighed when
Dawk slipped from her inner folds a couple of minutes later; but to
her delight, he turned her around and picked her up and leaned her
against the closet doors and impaled her onto his throbbing erection.
The two stared into one another’s eyes as their bodies meshed
together in pure ecstasy. Jordan was overcome with emotion at that
moment. She sighed in agonizing pleasure as she closed her eyes and
kissed Dawk with aggression. The two were panting heavily now, Dawk
gently nibbling Jordan’s earlobes and shoulder blades as she
held onto his neck tightly. As her orgasm approached, Jordan threw
her head back and screamed Dawk’s name to the top of her lungs
as her entire body trembled in sheer delight. Dawk soon began
thrusting up into Jordan at a fast and furious pace, the closet doors
were repeatedly being pushed in and out, making a loud clapping sound
that was in complete harmony with the sounds of the top of Dawk’s
thighs slapping the bottom of Jordan’s quivering thighs and ass
cheeks.

The pleasure being
produced at the junction of satisfaction had both lovers clawing and
kissing one another harshly; their mouths were producing animalistic
sounds and they were making faces that neither would ever produce on
their own in public. Jordan screamed aloud and let go of Dawk’s
neck and threw her hands back against the rickety closet doors that
were being nearly knocked off their hinges and surrendered
completely. Her legs were now gaped open and Dawk was holding her up
underneath her shoulder blades as he stroked her with reckless
abandonment. Through cries and moans of ecstasy, Jordan’s
entire body stiffened as she squirted, having had the most intense
orgasm of her life. Dawk began pistoning in and out at a frantic pace
until he grunted and grabbed Jordan’s waist and pulled her
forward, planting her firmly on the base of his stiff phallus as he
shot gobs of seminal fluid into the condom.

Ever since that unforgettable night in Tulsa last summer, Oneika and
Jordan had been in Dawk’s midst quite often. The two girls
simply adored Dawk. He was a charismatic, six-foot four tan-skinned
ponytail-wearing, muscular young man that was fun to be around. He
kept the two with pocket money at all times and serviced the girls
thoroughly in the bedroom. They’d do anything he asked, if only
to be in his presence.

“What we gone do tonight if we ride out?” Oneika asked
Dawk with a sly smile.

“You know. That thing you and Jordan be doing.”

“The sixty-nine?”

“Sixty-nine, sixty-eight, you pick the number. Just let me get
in where I fit in.”

Oneika laughed and said, “Jordan you hear this nasty man
talking?”

“He says he wants to get in where he fits in? What can he fit
in?” Jordan giggled.

“That’s why I love you, girl. So we on? We can chill over
to the Holiday Inn with a bottle of gin, ya’ feel?”

“Last time we drunk gin I woke up all sticky. Whatever, man.
I’m down,” Oneika replied through laughter.

Dawk laughed to himself. He had some real freaks on his hand and was
looking forward to what the night had in store. Oneika and Jordan
were down for whatever and he knew it all-too-well. “
Gone be
another fun night,”
Dawk told himself.

*******

Sixteen year-olds Bay and T-top, meanwhile, were sitting in one of
the family’s Suburbans out in the parking lot where Bay had
just revealed to T-top a secret.

“Girl? That’s what got you worried?” Tiva asked.

“Yeah, Tiva—because I don’t know how people gone
feel about it if I were to tell it.”

“But I don’t think nobody will really care, Bena. Where
y’all met again?”

“At Ponca City High that day we went and took our exit exams
last year, but we hooked up when we went back to get the results.”

“That’s right. I remember that day because me and Dawk
dropped y’all off at Pizza Hut when we left the school. I never
had a clue y’all was on a date that day, though. I knew you and
AquaNina had become friends, but I thought you was just fuckin’
around when you told them boys in Vegas you was into girls. It’s
cool with me, though. You my sister and love you no matter what.”

“And I love you back. Kimi ‘nem look up to us, though,
and I just believe they might feel different about me. And what about
momma and daddy?”

“Nahh, Bay. We family no matter what. I don’t think
nobody will ridicule you. And momma and daddy are pretty
understanding parents. At least you willing to tell them and not let
them find out on their own. Now that would be awkward. Weird even.”

“It would be weird. I have to figure out how to tell momma this
here, but I’m gone hold off for as long as possible.”

“Whenever you do? Let me know. If you want me to come and back
you up on it I will.”

“I love you, Tiva. I’m glad to have you for a twin,
thanks.”

Coming out to her twin was a load off Bena shoulders. She had to tell
someone and she and Tiva were very close. Having her twin not shun or
become repulsed by her alternative lifestyle had made Bena feel much
more secure and she now had the courage to tell her parents the truth
about her friend AquaNina—that they were not just friends—they
were a couple. She thanked Tiva once more and the twins hugged one
another tightly before getting out of the suburban and running back
into the park to watch the remainder of the game.

*******

It was now the bottom of the ninth inning and the bases were loaded.
Tyke was the final batter, and all she had to do was bring one person
home to tie, or hit a double to bring two runners in for the win.
Spoonie was on second base cheering for her twin while the entire
family screamed from the bleachers. The whole crowd was in an uproar
as the ball left the pitcher’s hand. Spoonie swung as hard as
she could, but she’d missed. That was the third strike and the
last out and Spoonie and Tyke’s team had lost their first
playoff game of the season by one point. Spoonie bowed her head at
the plate and cried silently. It was the last game of the season and
she was saddened that she had cost her team the game. Now they would
have to wait until August, which seemed like an eternity, before the
second season started.

Doss walked up and hugged Spoonie at home plate as team mates came
and patted her on the back, telling her she did good throughout the
game. “You hear your friends, Shima? You did good the whole
game, baby girl.” Doss said lovingly as he knelt down and
grabbed his daughter’s hands.

“I know daddy, but the hit that really mattered was the one I
didn’t hit. Now I have to wait five months to play again. I may
never get to hit a walk off homerun again and that’s one of the
most awesome plays a player can execute in this game. I’m just
not good in the clutch!” Spoonie said sadly as she stepped into
her father’s arms and hid her face in shame.

Tyke made her way through the players on the field and tried to cheer
up Spoonie, but Spoonie really wanted to hit that ball. The rest of
the family soon made their way to the field to console Spoonie as
well; as they did so, Walee had an idea. “Hey y’all? We
should set the play back up and let Spoonie hit the ball to win the
game!” he suggested.

“Oooh! I’m pitching!” Kimi yelled.

“And I’m catching!” Koko followed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, big and bigger! Slow y’all roll!”
Walee stated.

“Like Slo Moses did this mornin’?” Kimi quickly
snapped as she laughed.

Walee shoved Kimi and took off running across the field, but Kimi ran
him down in seconds and placed him a head lock. “I keep tellin’
you big girls can run, boy! Say I’m pitcher!” she
demanded as she tightened her grip. “Say it!”

“Alright, you can pitch!” Walee stated in a muffled voice
from the pit of Kimi’s left arm.

The family told Spoonie their intentions and she grew happy. When the
park emptied, Naomi and her seven other kids along with Dimples took
the field and Spoonie stepped up to the plate. Kimi was pitcher and
Koko was the catcher. The two of them were athletic, but only when
they had to be; and on this day, Kimi was only trying to allow
Spoonie to hit her ball and bring two players home so the family can
move on to something else. She threw the ball and Spoonie swung and
missed. She missed the next one as well. Koko then got up from behind
home plate and went and talked to Kimi. “Hey, you heard
anything about Bay ‘nem going to Pizza Hut?” she asked as
the two stood at the pitcher’s mound.